Orla and Adriano followed Oneil into Isa's private lab, skidding to a halt as they saw the time machine. Orla absently gulped and moved to stand close to Adriano's side, looping her arm around his in unconscious worry. Adriano settled his backpack over his shoulder and put his arm around Orla.
"I can't believe it's finished…" Orla looked at it and then at Isa, eyes somewhere between awed and scared. She was nervous, she truly was. What was the past like? Would they run a danger of getting themselves in trouble? Adriano gave her a little squeeze around the waist and looked at Isa.
"It's all set to take us back Isa?" Adriano wasn't scared; he was excited if anything and watched Isa anxiously, eyes darting towards the machine every now and then.
"Yes. Ready guys?" Isa replied, grabbing Oneil's hand and hovering her hand over the button.
Orla nodded firmly, slinging her backpack over her shoulders and watching Adriano do the same. She entwined her fingers with Adriano's and the two moved to stand alongside Isa and Oneil.
"We're ready Isa." Orla's eyes held determination as she had forced all her fears down. This was going to work and they were going to finally see their father. She had confidence in her little sister and so, with a deep breath, readied herself for the leap back.
Isa nodded and pressed the button. There was a brilliant flash and then everything went black.
Orla forced her eyes to open, groaning softly at the rather bright light that met her eyes. Was she dead? Never had she seen lights this bright. She lifted a hand and brushed back her hair deftly, looking around the room.
"Oh! You're awake!" Her eyes snapped all the way open, having only been about half open previously, and moved quickly to rest on the figure of a blonde man. She blinked and slowly sat up, placing a hand to her forehead for a moment.
"Where the Hell am I?" She looked around again and didn't see Adriano, Isa, or Oneil. "And where the Hell are my friends and sister?!" She suddenly became worried and it didn't help when a tall brunette suddenly appeared in the doorway.
"What's happening Quatre?" The brunette approached the blonde- Quatre as Orla now knew- and sat down in a chair beside him, the single emerald eye Orla could see was fixed on her. But before Quatre could answer, Orla found herself shouting.
"Where the Hell am I?! Who the Hell are you two?! And where the Hell are my friends and sister?!" She was straight up in her bed and more than ready to jump to her feet and maybe even see if she could get a fist to break the small smirk that had settled on the brunette's lips.
"Settle down miss. Firstly, your friends and sister are in the rooms down the hall. Secondly, I am-" The brunette could not finish, because Orla had leapt to her feet and, without thinking at all, had landed a blow on the brunette's jaw with her clenched fist.
"Nobody calls me 'miss'!" The was fury in her eyes and she found herself shoved roughly back onto the bed, allowing herself to snarl at Quatre, who had pushed her down, and was now checking over the brunette's jaw. A moment later, she found a pair of aqua eyes inches from her face and a rather angry voice reaching her ears.
"What do you want us to call you?! Give us a name and we won't call you 'miss'!" Orla stared wide-eyed at Quatre, who didn't exactly seem the type for angry outbursts. She glanced at the brunette, who was now glaring at her. She found his glare, and that of Quatre, irksome and quickly dropped her gaze to look at the covers of the bed, her fingers idly playing with a loose string.
"I'm…I'm sorry. I forgot you don't know me…" She glanced up to see that Quatre had called down and so she hesitantly extended a hand towards the brunette. "Sorry for hitting you. I'm Orla Cahira Maxwell." She didn't notice the look Quatre was now giving her and focused on the taller man for the moment.
"Accepted. I'm Trowa Barton. This is my boyfriend, Quatre Raberba Winner." Orla blinked quickly, wondering if she had misheard Trowa. Did he say boyfriend? But she turned to Quatre and shook his hand as well, smiling slightly.
"Simply out of curiosity Orla…are you any relation to one Duo Maxwell?"
"Well…ah…"
"ORLA!" Orla's eyes turned quickly to the door to see Adriano come running in, jumping on the bed like a little child and hugging her. "I am so glad you're okay!" He looked quickly at Quatre and Trowa, not sure whether or not to glare. Orla quickly settled the problem.
"Oh…ah…Adriano, this is Trowa Barton and Quatre Winner." Adriano got to his feet and shook the hands of both the men before bowing rather stiffly.
"Adriano Alano Beltran, it's a pleasure to meet both of you." Adriano then sat back down on the bed, slipping an arm around Orla with a small smile. "So…" He looked at Orla. "Are we where we want to be?" Orla shrugged slightly.
"Only Isa could tell us and I think she's still asleep."
"We'll go check on your friends now." Quatre spoke while getting to his feet, Trowa silently following suit. The two left the room and Orla couldn't help but lean against Adriano. Already she was very worried about where they were…
Isa awoke with a massive headache and blinked. She opened her eyes and saw a blue wall. WAIT! A BLUE wall?! How could that be?! She was blind! Her sight had been destroyed by the last experiment! She looked around some more, relishing in the fact that she could see after two months of eternal darkness.
Quatre led Trowa into Isa's room, a small smile on his features that quickly became a broad grin when he saw Isa was awake.
"Oh, you're awake too, that's good. How are you feeling?" Quatre moved to sit on a chair that had been placed beside her bed, Trowa standing behind him with only mild concern in his eyes and a bruise starting to become apparent on his jaw.
Isa turned toward them and immediately recognized them as two of the Gundam Pilots. She had no clue which they were and if they even knew the other pilots yet, but she did know what they did, or had done... "Headache and I can see now...."
Quatre nodded softly and Trowa left immediately to get her some painkillers to relieve her of her headache. However, her second statement made him curious.
"Whatever do you mean by 'you can see now'? Were you unable to see before?" He watched her intently, rather surprised that she had a headache while Orla had been spry enough to slug Trowa hard enough to leave a bruise. Everybody was different though, as Quatre had learned.
Isa realized what she had said and groaned. Why did she have to say that? Why would she say that?! "I've been blind for the past two months. Where is my wheelchair? And my companions?"
Quatre chuckled softly and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Your wheelchair is just over there and your friends are in the other rooms." He motioned from left to right. "Orla and Adriano are awake already, but the other fellow, that I know of, is still unconscious." Just then, Trowa returned and handed Isa a glass of water and a couple of painkillers with a very small smile.
"Have you introduced yourself yet little one?" Trowa whispered near Quatre's ear, making the blonde giggle childishly and push him away.
"No, but cut that out!" Quatre gave Trowa a small, and very fake, glare before turning back to Isa. "I'm sorry. I'm Quatre Raberba Winner and that is Trowa Barton, my boyfriend."
The last two words were spoken with some sort of pride and it made Trowa smirk as he dipped his head in welcome to Isa.
"Thank you." She said to Trowa and took the painkillers. "Isa Lorelie Maxwell, pleasure to make your acquaintances, 03 and 04. Did Orla give you that bruise?" Isa asked while moving her wheelchair close enough to herself so she could get into it with as little pain as possible. Her leg hadn't healed correctly and she had refused to let them break it again and fix it. There was no reason, as long as she could walk if needed.
Quatre blinked again at the last name and was made further curious. He had never gotten an answer from Orla, seeing as Adriano had come charging in. And what confused him even more was that Isa actually knew who they were! He decided to question her on it.
"The pleasure's all ours Isa. But how, may I ask, do you know who we are?" Though Quatre seemed puzzled and curious, Trowa grunted softly as Isa mentioned the bruise. He simply gave a taught nod of his head and absently fingered the darkening area while muttering curses under his breath, wondering how Orla could be that strong.
"My mother told me about you and I have done so many papers on you guys. Trowa, might I suggest an ice pack? She plays football and one of her nicknames if the Goddess of Death. That's why it caused so much damage. I'll tell you guys more once I see Oneil and the others."
"Your mother…" Quatre looked at Isa and just shook his head slightly and got to his feet. "I guess we'll invite all of you down to the sitting room where we can talk in more comfort. Trowa, can you go and see if the last fellow's up." Trowa nodded tightly again and left the room, Quatre shaking his head slightly. "Now, do you need any help getting into your chair? Then again, there are stairs to go down…" He shook his head again. It was only then that he realized that Isa had mentioned one of Orla's nicknames being the Goddess of Death. Now THAT was getting a little eerie…
"The last of the four is awake Quatre." Quatre looked at Trowa and nodded. "He's coming over here right away to help you Isa." Trowa nodded slightly at Isa before heading back down the hall to invite Orla and Adriano down to the sitting room.
"I can walk downstairs. Just as long as I can get into my chair afterwards." She smiled at him and Trowa.
Oneil walked in soon after Trowa left and Isa smiled. "Oneil! Are you okay? Were there any adverse affects?" She asked. Oneil came over and kissed her.
"Fine. Oneil Yuy. Who are you?" Oneil turned toward Quatre.
Quatre nodded and smiled at her small request and watched Oneil walk in, stifling a soft chuckle at her concern. Ah, boyfriends. Quatre had to do a double take as Oneil introduced himself. Oneil…YUY!
"Quatre Raberba Winner." Quatre extended a hand to Oneil with a small smile, having quickly composed himself. He'd ask about it later, it had just been a surprise, as was finding out the two girls carried the last name, Maxwell. Thankfully Adriano seemed normal…in the sense that he didn't seem related to any of the other pilots. "Well, I'll take you two down to the sitting room where I'm sure Orla and Adriano are waiting with Trowa." He moved over to the door only after grabbing Isa's wheelchair to allow her to walk down with Oneil's help if she needed it.
Oneil went to take her into his arms when she glared at him. "I can see now and you know I can walk short distances. I'd like to at least stretch my legs after being unconscious for god knows how long." Oneil nodded in shock. How had she gotten her eyesight back? He just walked beside her, giving her support when she needed it, and with that followed Quatre to the sitting room.
Upon entering the sitting room, Oneil now pushing Isa in her wheelchair, Quatre found Orla and Adriano lolled out lazily on the couch, Orla staring idly at the high ceiling, and Trowa holding an ice pack to his jaw while keeping his eyes on the entrance and Orla, as though scared she would hit him again. Quatre went promptly over to Trowa and perched himself on the arm of the chair.
"Oneil, this is Trowa Barton. Trowa, Oneil Yuy." Quatre noticed a flicker of surprise in Trowa's eye but nothing more as the silent young man just nodded at the two. Orla and Adriano had sat up to leave room for the others on the couch, Orla smiling at Isa with her eyes shining.
"I almost can't believe it worked Isa! I can't believe we're actually here!" Orla was all but bouncing off the walls and Adriano had to keep a firm hold on her to keep her from doing so. It had taken Orla a little while to realize that Quatre and Trowa were two of the pilots their father had fought alongside of. But the question was…where was their dad?!
"Orla, as happy as I am that it worked, I really wanna know when we are. Now calm down before you end up knocking me over!" She turned back to the two pilots and smiled. "You're probably wondering about the names. But before we answer anything, I really need to know what year it is." She rolled her chair next to Oneil's seat on the couch.
Orla grinned and practically bounced herself, purposefully mind you, onto Adriano's lap. Adriano glanced at Oneil with a look that clearly read 'How I envy you…' simply because Oneil was lucky enough to have a girlfriend that didn't bounce over the moon when she was excited. Quatre shook his head slightly, amazed by the fact that the four people across from him were older than he was.
"It's A.C. 199 Isa. Why do you ask?" Rather than letting Isa answer it in a logical way, Orla decided to pipe up.
"We came back in time to find our dad! We reeeeeeally wanted to meet him!" Orla was bouncing again and was soon pushed off the side of the couch to land in a heap on the floor. "Owwwyyyyy!" She glared at Adriano and got to her feet, huffing as she leaned against the arm of the couch. "Meany…" She muttered, ignoring the pointed look Adriano gave her.
Quatre decided to ignore Orla and kept his attention focused on Isa. Trowa, though staring at Orla as though she were some kind of three-headed creature of myth, listened intently to Quatre and Isa.
"I'd like it if you answered my question Isa." Quatre spoke strongly, even if his voice was a typical indoor level, he didn't want to lift it over the muttered argument going on between Orla and Adriano.
"We are from AC221. We came back to change the past." Isa answered, noticing Trowa's stare.
Oneil was looking at Orla and Adriano. "Quit it. We need these people to help and I won't lose our chances because you guys are being stupid," he hissed.
"AC221?" Quatre queried quietly, but nodded softly. "So you really did use time travel. How very interesting. Do they actually produce such things in your time?" Quatre paused in his questions, which were currently whizzing through his mind, when Trowa cleared his throat.
"More than anything, I would like explanations of your names." He glanced at Adriano, who had stopped bickering with Orla at Oneil's harsh whisper, and was now holding a hand over Orla's mouth while his other arm pinned her arms at her side. "Of course, I need no explanation of your name Adriano, merely that of Orla, Isa, and Oneil." Adriano nodded and smiled in understanding, but it was ruined as he yelped in surprise and pain. Orla was grinning wickedly and dancing just out of his reach. She had bitten his hand.
"Sometimes I feel I would've been better off without her…" Adriano muttered quietly, Orla not hearing his words and continuing to dance just out of his range.
"As I was saying, Isa, an explanation of your names would be nice." Trowa allowed a small, but genuine, smile to grace his features, not allow the large ice pack covered bruise to hinder it.
"Our mother is Hilde Maxwell, better known to you guys as Hilde Schibeker. Our Father is... was The God of Death, Duo Maxwell." Isa explained for Orla and herself.
"My mother is Relena Dorlin Peacecraft-Yuy. My father was the Perfect Soldier, Heero Yuy."
Isa sighed and looked at Oneil. "Do you have a Tranquilizer?" Oneil shook his head. "Would you guys happen to have one?"
Quatre and Trowa nodded rather slowly as though trying to piece everything together. Trowa was the first to speak, Quatre still putting everything together and adding in a few hazy pieces of the puzzle.
"I never would've guessed Heero would become a father. Then again, he seems to like Miss Relena an awful lot and I think they are going out." Trowa shrugged slightly. "Not like it's out place mind you. As for Duo though, it doesn't much surprise me. He's a little more carefree and him and Hilde have always gotten along…at least always since the day that Hilde switched sides." Trowa chuckled slightly, giving Quatre a little nudge to bring him from thought. Quatre returned in time to hear Isa's question.
"I'm afraid we don't keep tranquilizers here." His look was truly apologetic and he cringed as Orla yelled.
"Shinigamiiiiiii!" She leapt nimbly over the back of the couch and landed smartly beside Adriano, looking as though nothing had happened. "Now, what is this I hear about a Tranquilizer, Isa? You should know better, sleeping pills make me even more hyper 'cause when I wake up I have so much more energy! That and I have caffeine almost naturally flowing through my veins." Here she grinned and leaned against Adriano.
"I know why you're so hyper!" Adriano snapped his fingers. "We haven't been having practices for football!" Orla sniffed and shook her head.
"No, it's that new cologne of yours Addy! I know it is!" She poked at his neck as though it were something new and fascinating. "I've been like this ever since you've changed colognes." Adriano just nodded and sighed softly, knowing he'd have to switch back whether that was the reason or not. Orla had actually settled though and was watching Isa quietly.
"Now…both your girls are Hilde's daughters and you say Duo is you father. Which one of you is older?" Quatre looked between the two girls. There was a difference between them, subtle as it was. The hair certainly was rather…Duo-esque.
"You'd never believe me...." Isa said, pulling her long braid over her shoulder and redoing the bottom. It was a habit that she had never broken herself of. Besides, it was frayed and she hated it when it was frayed.
Orla laughed softly and was soon looking at Quatre with amusement on her face. Before she could start bouncing, Adriano laid a firm hand of warning on her shoulder and she controlled herself. "Well we don't know that sis! Isa and I are twins, see, she's only my little sis by like…a few minutes! It's enough to make me the evil one though!" With that, she cackled insanely and wasn't stopped until Adriano smacked her in the head sharply. Funny, Trowa mused, that reminded him much of Duo, the baka always getting himself smacked upside the head for being stupid.
"So is there truth in the idea of their being an 'evil twin'?" Trowa asked rather jokingly, or as jokingly as one so silent and unrevealing of emotions could muster.
Orla just grinned maniacally but remained silent as she felt Adriano's fingers dig into the muscle and sinew of her upper arm.
"I am younger by four minutes." She giggled at Trowa's joke. "Probably! After all, she does punch people for calling her polite names." Oneil pulled Isa from her chair and into his lap, wrapping his arms possively around her waist.
"I definitely got the good twin."
Orla continued to grin, but Adriano wouldn't let her say a word. Trowa winced slightly and realized only then that his icepack had fully thawed by that time. He placed it on the table besides his chair, giving a very small smile towards Isa.
"Yes…well…everybody has different preferences in names…polite and other." He cleared his throat, rather embarrassed by the fact for some reason. The last girl that had hit him was Catherine, and he didn't recall her leaving a bruise. Quatre just giggled softly and kissed Trowa's cheek.
"Don't worry about it Trowa. That bruise'll be gone in a day or two and it should leave no adverse affects." Trowa smiled at his boyfriend and slipped an arm around the slim waist. His eyes turned as Adriano spoke.
"She's done far worse to people for calling her 'miss', believe you me." Absently, Adriano worked his jaw and stared at the ceiling for a moment. "That took a good two weeks to heal." He muttered softly, Orla snickering and patting his hand. At the 'good twin-evil twin' comments, Adriano shook his head, but Orla decided to give her two cents.
"Of course there are evil twins and good twins! Do I really look like an good, innocent little college student?!" Her eyes flashed at that and her smirk darkened slightly before she laughed as though she were having the time of her life. She was silenced at a painful pinch on the pressure point of her shoulder.
"I know I got the evil twin. Not like that's a totally bad thing, I'll just being the one trying to hold my girlfriend back from tearing cheerleaders limb from limb and plowing football players into the ground." Adriano smirked and looked at Orla, ignoring the glare of daggers he was getting from her. However, before anything more could be said, there was a very loud banging at the door and it made everybody's heads snap around.
"Ah…I'll go get that." Quatre got up with a small smile around the room and hurried to the front hall and front door. Everybody heard the door open loud laughter and chatter following, but it sounded like only one person was creating the disturbance.
"Well heya Quat! Long time no see, eh blondie?!" There was the sound of something hitting a wall and of other 'hellos' that were barely heard by the five people in the sitting room. "We didn't come at a bad time did we Quat? We were all just in the area and decided to come a-visiting!" A moment later, a young man with a long chestnut braid bounded into the living room, followed more sedately by another young man with messy dark brown hair and cool blue eyes and an Asian man with black hair. Quatre brought up the rear, moving to sit on the arm of Trowa's chair again. The three newcomers paused as they saw that Quatre and Trowa had guests as was. Duo was automatically bounding around and hugging everybody, loudly introducing himself to Orla, Isa, Adriano, and Oneil.
"Well hey! I'm Duo Maxwell and these are my pals Heero Yuy and Chang Wufei! Don't mind Wufei, he's just a little cold 'cause he ain't getting any!" Duo laughed and dodged around the fist that was lashed at his head.
"Baka!" Duo ignored Wufei and bounded over to an empty armchair, sitting down with a huge grin still on his face while Heero and Wufei sat on another couch that was a little bit away from the main group.
Isa stared at the people coming in. Who would have thought it would be that easy.... "He... hello. I'm Isa Maxwell."
"Oneil Yuy...." Oneil just stared at his father after that. His mother had always said he looked like him... Well, except for the shoulder length hair. But still, the resemblance was amazing!
Orla stared, wide-eyed, as did Adriano, as the last three pilots entered the room. 01, 05, and, yes, 02. Orla leapt to her feet and soon bounded over to Duo in much the same fashion as Duo had bounded around the room. She gave him a huge bear hug, lifting him from his seat without difficulty.
"Well hey Duo Maxwell! I'm Orla Maxwell! It's a long-awaited pleasure to meet you!" She laughed and quickly bounded off again to glomp onto her other favourite pilot, 05. The scowl and muttering of 'injustice' and 'stupid onna' from Wufei did not hinder her huge hug that was cutting off the Nataku pilot's breath. "Hey Wufei! I've always wanted to meet you! I so loved Nataku!" She bounded off again, jumping over the back of the couch and landing beside Adriano again with a huge grin on her face.
She took in the rather stunned and annoyed expressions that were on the faces around her. Adriano dipped his head at Wufei and Duo, smiling in mild apology.
"I'm sorry about her. She's a little…well…the attic light is out right now I think." He tapped his head lightly, receiving a smack from Orla for his words. Duo, however, laughed while Wufei nodded in total agreement, glaring daggers at the back of Orla's head.
"We found him sis! I can't believe we actually found him!" Orla hugged Isa most uncharacteristically and started bouncing up and down on the couch excitedly. Adriano realized that he hadn't introduced himself, though he wasn't sure whether or not any of the pilots would notice after the announcement of Oneil, Isa, and Orla's names (and Orla's little display).
"I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Adriano Beltran, it's a pleasure to meet you all." He smiled slightly, brushing his hair back from his eyes with a deft hand.
Heero stared at Oneil. 'That boy looks too much like me. But it isn't logical. He's older than me!' Heero's mind turned over every possible explanation and all came up as impossible.
Duo hugged Orla back, scared by the fact that she could lift him. Wait, did they say Maxwell?! "Found who? Were you guys survivors of the Maxwell Massacre?"
"No, we are from the year AC221. We have come back to meet you guys...." Isa said slowly, just staring at her father. She got up and carefully walked over to him, feeling his face, trying to prove to herself that this wasn't a dream.
Orla was laughing again and was soon on her feet, moving to perch on the arm of Duo's chair (since perching on the back of the chair like she wished to do would've caused it to topple over). She shook her head at Isa and pushed her back a bit with a fake scolding glare.
"Isa! You're going to scare him!" Truthfully, Duo was already rather scared. Not only did that Isa Maxwell person claim to be from AC221 but they had come back to meet them, the Gundam pilots. But Orla decided to start questioning Duo. "Maybe I can explain this time. Weird as it may seem, we came back in time to meet our dads, or Isa, myself, and Oneil did." At that, she poked Duo and glanced laughingly at Heero. "Our mother is Hilde Maxwell." She smirked and poked Duo again, grinning as he glared at her. "She was Hilde Schibeker before she married and took the name Maxwell. She always said that Isa and myself took after our dad, especially me though. Isa got his computer smarts, but I think I got everything else." Orla stuck her tongue out at Isa. "Do you get it?" She paused and lowered her voice. "Do you get it dad?" She smirked, eyes dancing with laughter and her maniacal look.
Duo just stared at Orla and Isa, not sure what to think, do, or say. Wufei, Quatre, and Trowa seemed amused, but Heero was too busy trying to figure out Oneil. Orla's poking was annoying and he glared and snarled at her several times while she was doing it. Hilde Maxwell? Computer smarts? And he couldn't deny the fact they had mentioned Hilde, HIS Hilde. What really caught him off-guard was the utterance of three letters…D-A-D. Did that girl just call him dad? Impossible! They had to be older than him! "Did you just call me dad?" He looked between Isa and Orla skeptically, making Orla laugh. Duo just blinked, totally frozen of thought. Adriano couldn't help but pity the poor guy as he watched from his seat on the couch, sometimes catching a glance from Trowa or Quatre that also held pity and amusement.
Isa stumbled backward and nearly screamed when she hit the floor, her bad leg twisted awkwardly underneath her. She nodded at duo while wincing in pain. "Yes. And don't you think your scaring him more, Orla? First off, you didn't get his amazing good looks, I did. Second, you're bouncing all over him! I think he has more reason to be afraid of you!" Isa tried to get up bit failed, her leg collapsing underneath her. It seems the doctors had gotten what they wanted after all. It had broken again.
Orla smirked. "Well at least I'm not all staring at him and touching his face!" She poked him in the arm again, smirking. "Of course I called you dad! Father's too stuck up a word and daddy is too childish! Besides, he bounces too!" Orla grinned and was tempted to pull Duo out of his chair and bounce around the room with him. "And what are you talking about?! I don't look any better or any worse than you do! Sure, you have longer hair and actually wear a braid, but that just makes you look like a little nerd!" Orla glared at her sister, not exactly noticing that Isa was hurting.
Adriano stood up and moved to stand beside Duo's chair, smiling apologetically as he pulled Orla away from him and shoved her to stand behind him. "My apologies…ah…Duo…Mr. Maxwell…" There was clear confusion on Adriano's face and he finally just sighed. "She's hyper, why I do not know." He smiled again and turned to Orla, leaning down to whisper in her ear. "Why not go bother Mr. Chang for a while, okay?" Orla brightened a bit, glad that Adriano hadn't caught the obscene gestures she had been giving him behind his back.
"K!" She bounded over to the couch where Wufei and Heero sat and dropped down between them, glomping onto Wufei's arm. "As I said, Nataku was just so great! Came in neck-and-neck with Deathscythe! And I always did admire your skill with a sword! Unfortunately there was never a good fencing team at school and mom refused to let me take private lessons! She wouldn't even let me enroll in the local martial arts classes!" Wufei had no idea how she could blabber on, but it soon became annoying. About two minutes after Orla had started, she stopped to finally take a breath and found a blade held to her throat. How had Wufei brought a sword in and how had it gone unnoticed to her?!
Before she could say anything more, she was running for her life with Wufei chasing her around the room ranting and raving about justice and lack thereof and onnas and lots of other things (Chinese curses included). Orla wasn't sure whether to laugh or scream, so just ran around the room with all her haste, Adriano shaking his head, but sitting on the couch to watched 05 chase his girlfriend with a mild satisfaction clear on his face.
Oneil went over to Isa and gently picked her up, placing her in her chair and carefully going over her leg. Duo came out of his thoughts when he realized she was hurt and looked at her. "Are you all right?"
Isa gave a small scream when Oneil pressed on the break. "It broke again. We need to take you to the hospital."
"I can set it. Quat, don't you keep splints around? I think we have everything needed right here." Duo said, looking at the woman who claimed to be his daughter.
Orla had now stopped running around the room and had taken up a lovely brass candlestick and was 'sword fighting' with Wufei, parrying his thrust with some difficulty. Adriano kept his eyes on the scene but his fun was spoiled when Trowa finally got up and put an end to it, glaring at both Orla and Wufei and muttering a few threats, he was sure. Orla huffed and marched back over to the couch, lowering herself to the floor rather than onto he plush seat and leaned back against Adriano's legs.
"No fair! I was just defending myself!" Adriano was glad to see she had lost all her excess energy and was calm now, if not a little peeved. Trowa returned to his seat once he was sure that Wufei was calmly seated again. Quatre was looking worriedly at Isa though and didn't notice the return of his boyfriend.
"Yeah…I think we have something somewhere." Quatre looked at Trowa, eyes rather wide with pleading. "Can you go look Trowa?" Trowa looked at Quatre, ready to give a negative response, but when he saw the look on his boyfriend's face he sighed softly, nodding and leaving the room. "I love my Tro-chan!" Quatre laughed and Duo chuckled as well. Orla just gave Quatre a rather weird look. Heero was sitting back, watching Isa as well, though he wasn't thinking along the same lines as Duo in fixing it. No, Heero was being Heero and didn't understand why she didn't just pop the bone back into place, tape it up a bit and keep going.
Duo set the bone carefully. It seemed to be a clean break, but then again, anything seemed to be easy to him. Isa held in the scream while practically breaking Oneil's hand. Trowa returned with the splints and gauze to hold them in place. Duo placed the splints on each side of her leg and wrapped them in place. "There. Now stay off of it and explain to us how any of what you just said is true."
"Well first off, I never expected you guys to believe me. So ask me any question that would not be common knowledge about you. Something only you guys and the girls would know." Isa replied, completely confident in her knowledge of them.
Trowa was the first one to ask a question. "My real name. What is my real name?"
"Well, your very first name, the one you were born with, is Triton Bloom, after that you went by Nanashi, or No Name." Isa replied. Trowa's face was unaffected, but in his eyes you could see his amazement. "Anyone else?"
"Alright, where do I keep my weapons?" Wufei asked.
"Do you mean excluding the 4 katanas, 16 daggers and pair of sai up your ass? They are kept in Nataku." Isa smiled though Wufei seemed insulted, angry, and surprised all at once. "And Nataku was the nickname of your wife, M-" Isa was stopped by Wufei's hands around her throat, choking. Oneil and Duo were on him in a second, removing his hands and holding him back. "I guess I'll have to keep that to my self…."
"What was my favorite past time as a child?" Quatre asked with a smile.
"Playing dolls and dressing up, including putting make-up on, with your sisters." Quatre couldn't help but blush softly, knowing that he couldn't deny it.
Duo looked at Quatre. "What?! I have 29 sisters! I had to do it!"
"Right…. No wonder your gay…." Duo whispered.
"At least my love will admit to loving me!" Quatre said.
"Mine will! Just not in public…." Duo mumbled the last bit.
"Alright. Heero, do you have a question?"
"How many times have I threatened to kill Relena?"
"Verbally? Four. Looks? Six." Isa replied, rubbing her throat. "Duo?"
"Who took me in? Who taught me how to braid? Where did my last name come from? Why do I call myself the God of Death?" Duo rushed.
"Slow down! Ok, so the first one…. Solo, followed by the Maxwell Church after you and your gang broke into a military institution to steal food. Followed by the scientists after the Maxwell Church Massacre. You took your name from the church. Sister Helen taught you how to braid after you refused to let your hair be cut. And as to the God of Death one? You never believed in God to begin with. You've seen so much death and almost never anything good. The few good things you have seen have been Hilde living and telling you she loves you, though never in public to date." Isa said, tears coming to her eyes when she remembered how she had come across this information. It had been in a diary left by Duo, locked up in the attic with the rest of his things. She'd found his old uniform as well. She wiped them away and smiled. "Anything else?"
"One more. Why would you want to change the future if it is so great for you guys? I mean, you seem to have a great life without us." Quatre asked.
"Actually, our lives are in constant danger. I had to move around for years because the government was after Relena." Oneil said.
Oneil's eyes finally turned from Heero to glance quickly at Quatre as he spoke before turning back to his father. Everybody present in the room, or at least the five pilots, were all quite amazed and, yes, just a little nervous. These people knew about them and were from the future, or so they said.
"Look, Quatre, or Mr. Winner, whatever I'm supposed to call you, the future ain't all hot. Sure, ain't much war or nothing, but it was true the government went after Relena." Orla watched the blonde pilot with a slight smile, her eyes serious for a change. "We've all had some problems I think. In my opinion, I think we wish to change the past so that our future is even better. Heck, I know I could've used a male role model growing up. Like, look at me! I am so damn feminine it's not funny!" Orla leapt to her feet and motioned at her over-sized pants and shirt, both of which hung off her form like drapery. Adriano rolled his eyes and allowed her to speak. "Besides, I think mum wouldn't be so pissy if there was actually somebody to help her keep Isa and I in line." Orla sat down on the couch
Orla sat down on the couch, leaning back to stare at her father.
Quatre turned a skeptical look on Trowa, who merely shrugged slightly. "I don't see a problem." Trowa commented quietly to his boyfriend, who giggled softly behind his pale hand.
"Maybe there's a guy hiding beneath those curtains?" Quatre muttered but, unfortunately, was heard by Orla.
"Who you talkin' 'bout Winner?" Orla half glared at the blonde, who gave her the typical 'I'm-to-cute-to-be-guilty' look. She merely snorted and glared again. "Watch it buster or I'll damn well show you how feminine I am." As he sentence finished, she found a strong hand over her mouth and an equally strong arm around her waist.
"Try it, Orla, and I'll have to lock you in your kennel." Orla merely growled at her boyfriend and tried to bite his hand or wrist with no success and instead settled back on the couch with a huff. Quatre, however, was wearing an utterly horrified look.
"I have 29 sisters, I do not wish to view anything Ms. Orla." Quatre was blushing furiously and Trowa was trying not to grin.
"More like you'd have to teach her how to be feminine… " Isa mumbled. Oneil tapped her shoulder teasingly.
Orla snarled and glared at her sister, trying to push away Adriano's hand to release a cutting remark, but it wouldn't budge. So she settled for leveling a rather scary glare on her little sister. Adriano just smiled warmly, acting as though both his hands were free and not holding back his rabid girlfriend.
"Might I suggest we merely ignore Orla? If you forget she's around, she often shuts up or goes away…" He paused and glanced at the blue-violet eyes that now glared at him. "Or she'll hunt you down and do totally incriminating things to you when you least suspect it." Orla nodded sharply, since Adriano had learnt the hard way that ignoring Orla cost something.
"I might have a suggestion to your problems…" Heero finally spoke, turning his Prussian blue eyes to look at Orla momentarily as he drew his gun, looking at it carefully. Orla's eyes widened, especially when Wufei started staring down the keen edge of his katana with a maniacal grin. There was a muffled cry for help and Orla leapt away from her boyfriend to crouch behind Trowa and Quatre's shared seat, peering around it with a glare at Heero and Wufei. Adriano chuckled and rolled his shoulders casually.
"I might just take you up on your offer…"
"TRAITOR!" Orla leapt up and pointed accusingly at Adriano. "DAAAAAAAAD! Heero and Wufei and Adriano are ganging up on me! It's not fair!!"
Duo stared at Orla then looked at his friends. "I agree with them…." Duo said nervously.
"Oneil, hide me! She gonna kill me!" Isa said, trying to hide behind someone nearby. Orla's eyes widened and she snarled loudly.
"TRAITORS!!!!!!! You're all TRAITORS!!" She growled and leapt at Duo like a wild cat would it's pray. Many people believed Orla was mentally unstable, and situations like this reinforced it, but she was just…very misunderstood. "TRAITORS SHALL ALL DIIIIIE! SHINE!!" Despite the fact she wasn't trying to bite Duo's neck, as she went to grab a chunk of his shirt in her teeth she ended up biting hard into flesh and Duo yelped as Orla leapt away and leapt at Heero instead.
"Orla!" Adriano was on his feet, but couldn't reach Orla before she had reached Heero. The sound of gunfire rang in the house and then all that was heard was the scuffling off bodies and Heero tried to wrestle Orla to the ground and visa versa.
"Die Yuy!!" Once she was able to lay a few punches on the perfect soldier, she leapt at Quatre and Trowa, deciding to leave Wufei till last. By this time, Orla was all but yowling like an angry mountain lion. "Traitors! Traitorous snakes!" She leapt on Quatre, sending him flying and landing with a thud on his back with Orla on top of him. "Played with dolls! Ha! I'm more masculine than you are!" Before Orla could do anything to poor, helpless Quatre, two sets of strong hands pulled her back. She tried to fight against Trowa and Adriano, but it was no use. "Damn traitors!" She tried to kick the two young men, but failed. Instead, she all but screamed.
"Orla! Damn it!" Adriano grabbed both of Orla's arms and, quite deftly, kicked her feet from under her and pinned her on her stomach. "Stop this damn it!"
"Let me goooo!" She struggled to get from his grasp, but Adriano had practiced for a long time in ways to restrain Orla when she got out of hand.
"Only if you promise to be a good girl."
"NO!"
"Fine then…must I bring out my Star Trek teachings?" Adriano smirked.
"NO! Not the Vulcan neck-pinch!!"
"Will you be good?"
"YES! ANYTHING BUT THAT!" Adriano got to his feet and pulled Orla with him, the girl snarling as she was drug back to the couch and shoved down onto it.
"My apologies everybody. Should she do such things again I shall surely put her out of our worry." Adriano bowed stiffly and then sat down, Orla huffing as she tried to stay away from everybody and finally she just got up and moved quickly to the farthest seat from the group, in the large bay window. There she pouted. The rest of the group was still getting over the shock of the suddenly crazed college student.